Dead Batteries – $uicideboy$

Letra $uicideboy$ – Dead Batteries

Hit the, hit the, hit the
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain’t no stoppin’ that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain’t no stoppin’ that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain’t no stoppin’ that

Bitches know I got the vendetta
Rollin’ up the lettuce, $uicidal penned letters
Gone and roll the credits
Swervin’ in a Chevy, ready to land them hollow points
I’m coming for that fetti, fetti
I hate to disappoint, just lace me down in grey and black
Lo-Loc’ed out, ridin’ in my grandma’s Cadillac
Po-Poppin’ Roxys, got a hunnid in my backpack
Fu-Full moon, so my eyes lookin’ jet black
Just move back, hoe

Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain’t no stoppin’ that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain’t no stoppin’ that
Hit the tone, cock it back, ho I gotta holla at
Hollow points in yo direction ni*** ain’t no stoppin’ that

Here I come to paint it grey
Whip look like I drive a pile of ashes, light the blunt and fuc*** fade away
Took a minute to get it lit and then, even more, to get it finished
Sipping Gatorade and Tanqueray
I rake the blade and blame the flame
I save the fame for later dames
The gator chained up in the lake
Up early fuc*** gaining brain
I train the pain by draining cake
I aim to reign my brain is stained
I say the same I never change
Don’t pop Champagne I’m a-okay
I stay away from flashing lights
I paved my way straight to the bank